Blended
Who am I?
Well, that's the question people expect me to ask.
Why?
Because I'm a mutt if you will.
A what?
A mutt: a beautiful, rich blend.
I see this has now become a cultural trend.
Coffee brown hair that wraps around a pencil.
A wide, yet perky nose with freckles, as if drawn on with a stencil.
Two backgrounds; two languages.
Occasionally my own heart needs bandages.
'Cause you see, you're no different from me.
I just have a little extra, I guess that was God's decree.
This is where the commentary stops.
This is where my mic drops.
I love being me as you can see.
This poem is about:
Our world